Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.